peacock-print

‘The old gods are dead’ they tell you.

You smile and nod and wipe out another glass. Your eyes dart to the old man in the corner booth. You never see him come, but you always see him leave. Each night a new young lover on his arm.

You pretend not to see his wife watching with jealousy blazing in her eyes and peacock feathers printed on her dress. Her sharpened nails tap, tap, tapping a beat you can hear over the din.

'If they were still around, where are they?’ They continue with a wild wave of their arm. The man next to them looks up and grins and raises his glass at you in a toast and buys them another round. It’s only after he’s turned away you realize his teeth were too sharp and that the glint in his eye was something more than delight.

On the stage a young man sings. He’s there every night with his golden guitar and his golden skin and his golden hair. He sings of love and loss and boys who fly too high, only to fall. You know the song, he plays it almost every night.

His sister stands in the corner, watching, on edge. You keep half an eye on her. She seems constantly in motion yet when you focus, she is still. Last week she broke a man’s arm. You never saw her move.

'The old gods are dead.’ They say with finality.

You look around the room and meet old and tired eyes in hungry faces.

'Maybe,’ you begin and pause as the room seems to go quiet, holding its breath. 'Maybe you aren’t looking hard enough.’

-gods never die

Too Much Paperwork

“ Five Minutes After Your Timely Escape From The Turkish Bath Palace, The Steam Room Exploded In A Ball Of Flame Due To A Backup In The Pipes. … Luckily There Were No Fatalities

“ One Less Bordello ? ”


“ Is It Possible Miss Fisher Has Just Kidnapped The Victim’s Daughter And One Of Our Suspects ?”


“ I Can’t Believe Your Hide, Appropriating A Child Who Should Be In The Care Of The State. ”

“ State Care !? ”


“ Turning To Break And Enter Are We Miss Fisher ? ”


“ Ah, Miss Fisher, The Inspector Would Like A Word Before You Leave ”

“ Do You Know What It’s About ? ”

“ Ah, I Believe It’s To Do With A Break And Enter, Property Damage, And Trespass On The Scene Of A Crime. ”

’ What Evidence Do You Have That It Was Me Who Broke Into The Bookshop ? “

” An Hispano - Suisa Parked Outside At The Time “


” Miss Fisher, Is Ailsa In There With You ? “

” Yes…….No !  Well, Ah, She Was. "

“ You Broke Into The Convent ? ”


“ Well, You’re Still Guilty Of Breaking Into The Salon And The Theft Of One Bolt Of Peacock And Floral Print Cotton Worth One Hundred Pounds ”

“ I’m Happy To Pay For The Fabric, Luckily It’s My Style ”

“ You Really Can’t Go Around Removing Evidence From A Corpse ”

Except ...

Phryne: “Whoever it was was extremely agile, remarkably efficient, lethal”

Phryne: “And almost a match for me”

Jack: “Almost?”

Phryne: “They didn’t stop me”

Jack: “Well, you’re still guilty of breaking into the salon …

… and the theft of one bolt of peacock and floral print cotton …

… worth one hundred pounds”

Phryne: “I’m happy to pay for the fabric.  Luckily it’s my style”

Phryne: “Poor Violet.  She obviously knew whoever was with her, but she didn’t see it coming”

Phryne: “Neither did Francis Wilde.  Our killer is no amateur”

Jack: “How do you know it’s the same killer?”

Phryne: “Because they knew exactly where to come back to to retrieve Francis Wilde’s missing pearls …

… buried in a bowl of pot pourri in the sewing room.  Except….

… they missed one”

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Now you see it, now you see it again Pt 16: beret chic

La casquette, c'est bon pour les ouvriers, le chapeau, c'est pas pratique, tandis que le béret, c'est simple, c'est chic, c'est coquet !

(Caps are fine for workmen, hats are impractical, but the beret is simple, chic and stylish.)

So said French cinematographer, Pierre Prévert (1906 - 1988) of the beret. 

Imagine the beret and many might see a cliché, that of the national French accessory, beret-wearers on bicycles armed with baguettes or smocked artists. But the beret has a broader history, dating back centuries to Flemish artists, to the military around the world, and of some of their adversaries. Who cannot think of the iconic portrait of Argentinian revolutionary Che Guevara without visualising his beret?

Phryne’s beret is a classic French basque style, jet black woven silk with heavy ridging and stem which she wears throughout Series 1 and 2, day and night, sleuthing and socialising. 

In an interview published in the SMH (December 2013), in response to a question about her favourite outfits from the show, Essie Davis revealed her coveting of Miss Fisher’s cat burglar ensemble:

Black top, black pants, black shoes, a black beret and a black velvet jacket and my Smith and Wesson pearl-handled pistol…”

[I didn’t realise how many times Phryne wears this beret, so this is incredibly long... and only recommended for the persistent or those suffering from insomnia.]

Season 1 Episode 5

In Raisins and Almonds the beret accessorises Phryne’s day wear and evening escapades. In what (I believe) is its first appearance, Phryne decides to return to the scene of a murder, a bookshop/library, to ascertain whether evidence lurks in the lending card catalogue.  Under the cover of darkness and in her black pants, jacket, beret and boots she finds a clue  - a frequently borrowed volume of Hansard.

But before she can search further she’s interrupted by someone else after the same volume, who runs off with it, armed and firing. Undaunted, Phryne gives chase across the rooftops, and the term cat burglar reaches its full significance as she crouches feline-like, ready to spring onto her opponent.

The black beret not only completes the camouflage for this late night break-in but reflects the traits that define Phryne’s character  - the stylish, fearless, revolutionary.

The beret returns by day  - as accessory to a classic black and white panelled coat.

And she wears it in a significant moment in the Ep with Jack. During her justification for Miss Lee’s innocence, there is a telling exchange which foreshadows a later one, Jack revealing for the first time something of his personal life, his estrangement from his wife and the impact of the war on their relationship.

Phryne: She wouldn’t have killed him, Jack. She loved him. They were having an affair. 

Jack: He was married. 

Phryne: It happens.

Moving on to S1 Ep6Ruddy Gore, Phryne is introduced to Lin, and, in homage to a developing relationship with the Chinese importer of silk, her outfits reflect the chinoiserie which inspired some of the fashion in the 1920s. 

In a scene which begins in Jack’s office ( P: Did you miss me?/J: I never get a chance to miss you. It feels as if you’re in my office every second day) then follows with a return to the scene of the crime, the black beret complements a black and white silk chinoise jacket:

Jack is conflicted - he senses a growing attraction to Phryne as they collaborate more closely on the case, despite a restrained start. Lin acts as catalyst to some clarification of his feelings for Phryne.

Season 1 Episode 9

And in Queen of the Flowers, the beret completes a new outfit, another beautiful black and white floral silk chinoise bridge coat; there’s growing complement too in the relationship between Phryne and Jack in the investigation which sees exploitation of young girls by those closest to them. Both Phryne and Jack share a strong sense of social justice  - both agitators in their own domains.

Season 1 Episode 10

Murder by Miss Adventure sees the beret providing the finishing touch to an outfit of black silk pants and sheer beaded chiffon top with an antique autumnal-toned embroidered jacket.  She needs a stunning outfit given that in it she must not only investigate, 

but confront past and present demons, 

and … flirt with Jack.

Season 2 Episode 1

Season 2 provides the catwalk for the beret to accompany Phryne on other assignations as it extends the cover of darkness.

As Phryne agilely scales the exterior walls of The Imperial Club (Murder Most Scandalous), being confronted by, then confronting Madame Lyon, the cat burglar outfit again provides concealment.  The mission involves attempting to find a box, locked in a strong room at The Imperial, containing incriminating evidence of Melbourne’s elite who frequent the gentleman’s club.

In Dead Man’s Chest (S2, Ep3), Phryne and Jack meet by moonlight at high tide by the wharf to see if they can witness connections between fishermen, murder and sly grog.

Jack: What took you so long? 

Phryne: (sighing) I was as quiet as a mouse. 

Jack: A mouse who wears French perfume. 

Phryne: I’ll wear less next time. 

Jack: Is that the boat? 

Phryne: Yes, they’re tying up now… Let’s go and find a mouse hole. 

The gallant Jack insists on escorting P home… after they both make a splash, literally.

Jack: It’s only right that I escort you home. 

Phryne: If you insist. 

Being suspended while in black beret seems to be a recurring motif for Phryne. In Murder à la Mode (S2, Ep5), she suspects that there is a link between a moonlighting seamstress and a murdered fashion house patron, so instigates some moonlighting of her own, a solo nocturnal inspection of the workroom. 

But she’s too late to prevent another murder, of the very seamstress herself, and our Miss Fisher must make a quick escape when she realises the murderer is still on the premises.

Jack: Is that who I think it is? 

Collins: Afraid so, sir. 

Phryne: Oh. Evening! 

Back at the station and back on solid ground, the investigation continues with Phryne’s contribution of evidence by the ummm… yard:

a bolt of fabric, a blood-spattered iron and “this orient pearl”.

Night wear accessory becomes day wear accessory, as Jack’s concern about Phryne’s guilt “of breaking into the salon, and the theft of one bolt of peacock and floral print cotton worth one hundred pounds” fades to insignificance. They work as a team both at the salon and in the interview room. 

Jack in fact is happy to let Phryne interrogate Renée Fleuri, while he has a bit of a lean.

Now you may think S2 Ep6 Marked for Murder is all about the scarf.  But no, there’s the ubiquitous beret competing for accessory acclaim in an episode where some hats are lucky! And there’s something about roses too.

In many people’s favourite episode S2 Ep11 Dead Air, the beret re-emerges teemed with the black and white panelled coat again - when you’re onto a good thing, stick to it.

(unless you’re under attack) 

And where would a conclusion be without our Jack, pistol (and hat) at the ready?

And finally… (yes yes, this is coming to an end)

Season 2 Episode12

Unnatural Habits provides one habit that isn’t unnatural  - wearing the beret for some scaling and sleuthing, this time a ship’s bow.  And what a stunning millinery moment it is:

And later, another nocturnal navigation of the Pandarus’ hold where young girls are being  held captive prior to trafficking:

Fiendish Fletcher almost brings the beret undone:

Luckily the valiant, the intrepid, the fearless, yes DI Jack Lightning Robinson defies orders to save the day (the night actually). 

At the station Phryne and the beret witness Jack’s consoling of his ex and Phryne can only contemplate what is, and what might be, 

before leaving, framed in a shot not dissimilar to that of Jack’s profile (in Ruddy Gore) as Lin escorts Phryne to dinner:

Season 3 Episode 3

Murder and Mozzarella provides further opportunity for stylish sleuthing.  The episode deals with restaurants and recipes, romance amidst rivalries, and Phryne and Jack must play their parts. Phryne investigates using the break-in with crochet hook method, in classic black including beret.

If only it was Jack rather than Guido who found her fascinating.

The black beret has lived in some interesting times.  May there be many more.

anonymous asked:

Once Jade figures it out (I feel like he'd find out first - and by first I mean out of him and Jade. Brooke Alicia and Tina found out almost immediately) he's just in his room and fuckin screaming like HOLY SHIT ITS PUZZLE and Guy, who was making dinner downstairs, sighs, walks to the phone, picks it up, dials a number and "hey Branch yeah have I mentioned how you ruined my kid and I haTE YOU"

Branch peers through the crack in his son’s room to find him printing out Peacock images from google and taping them to his wall.

“Funny. I was just about to call and tell you the same thing.”

DexNursey Fake Dating AU

So here’s this!  Requested/Prompted by the lovely @ittybitsofzimmermann. This is set after Ransom and Holster graduate and leave the attic to Dex and Nursey 

Enjoy!  <3

“C’mon man, it’s just for one night!” Nursey grinned lazily from the top bunk, head hanging off upside down so he could look at Dex while he annoyed him.

Yeah, that’s kind of the problem. Dex thought to himself as he typed away at the program he was working on.

“Nursey, I’m not going to pretend to be your boyfriend for whatever charity thing your moms are hosting. Why don’t you ask that guy you were hanging all over last night?”

“Deexxxxxx.” Nursey groaned, making Dex flush. “You know that nobody else on campus knows me as well as you do. If you don’t do it, it won’t be convincing.”

“Get Chowder to do it.  Farmer won’t care.”  Dex still didn’t look up from his assignment, diligently NOT looking at the way Nursey’s neck was stretched out, long and lean…

(Under a read more because I wrote way more than I expected)

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Feather Boa | Sehun Drabble

Genre: fluff

Numbers: 17 and 21 with Sehun; requested

It was definitely one of those nights. The sun was long gone, the birds singing replaced with the crickets chirps. The house was relatively quiet except for the soft hum coming from you as you whisked the ingredients together for brownies. The once dry ingredients were now beautifully blended into the liquid ingredients making an irresistible chocolate concoction. You had been too busy blending away at the concoction to realize that your back was out in the open unprotected from attacks from your boyfriend.

“Yah y/n!” A Yelp fell from your lips as Sehun had made it his mission to scare the living day lights out of you. Your heart beat accelerated rapidly from his attack….Again. Being mischievous was one thing he excelled in.

Yah! Oh Sehun! Do that again and you’re sleeping on the couch tonight!”

You shouted fed up with his scare pranks today. He’s already scared you once this morning, twice at lunch, and another two times before dinner. To say the least, you were fed up.

“Sorry jagi. Can I help you?” He even had the nerve to ask you if he could help. With a shake of your head and a point of your finger he had pouted with puppy dog eyes.

“Aw come on y/n! I promise I won’t scare you anymore. I promise!”

“That’s what you said the last three times oppa!” You exclaimed.

“But I promise this time jagi! Please?” He pouted at you hoping you’d give in. But you stood your ground and put a stern expression on your face pointing firmly to the living room. Sehun pouted and begrudgingly trudged into the living room. You smirked victoriously as his form disappeared from the kitchen and you continued at the task at hand.

5 minutes later the oven was preheated and the brownies were now in the oven to bake for the next 40 minutes. You set the timer and glided out of the kitchen into the living room. You sunk into the couch next to Sehun. It was silent except for the television showing a rerun of an old drama. You were absorbed into the show, not noticing your lanky boyfriend’s disappearance until he slid into the room in the most hideous outfit he owned (which was hard to find for him). He was dressed in a peacock print t-shirt, bright orange feather boa, sunglasses, a fedora and to top it off the hideous disco/shiny low hanging pants from History era.

You raised an eyebrow opening your mouth to ask why he was dressed up in such getup but he beat you to it….by belting out the lyrics to mama and continued to shimmy his way to you.

You tried to keep a straight face but ended up bursting into laughter as he dramatically twirled and ended by landing in your lap posing.

“Like my dancing jagi?” He asked his face very close to yours.
You blinked a few times before sighing.

“Why do i love you?

You questioned giggling softly as he shrugged and then proceeded to pull you into a sweet kiss.


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